So… it’s been a while since I last posted on here but I’ve been going through a bit of a hiccup in life recently and to be honest its put the writing side of things on the back burner. It has, on the other hand, also made me rethink my whole reason for being and made me re-evaluate where I’m going and the one thing that is absolutely clear to me is that I NEED to write to stay sane.
I’d like to do nothing but write actually. It’s the only time I feel truly in control of what I’m doing but at the moment that’s just not possible so instead I’m going to dedicate every free minute to it and see where it takes me.
The problem is I feel like my romantic side has taken a bit of a battering recently. In fact just today, my inner Disney Princess threw herself from her tower to an almost certain death as she contemplated the lack of romance out there. Of course, just like the movies she may come back to life if a handsome enough Prince comes along and kisses her like he means it but she’s not holding her breath…
So if I’m not feeling the romance, where does that leave me as a writer? Does Erotica without the romance simply become porn? Or can I explore my dark side without a happy ever after and still appeal to any readers out there? Is it OK to write an erotic tale where sex is something to be enjoyed, indulged in but it doesn’t matter who with, or in the end does everyone just want to be adored? Do we all need to feel like someone out there not only gives a shit, but would go to the ends of the earth to be with us… Does the love of your life even exist anymore?
Maybe I’m just in a bad place at the moment but while I’m there, I think I’m going to explore a little and indulge my darker fantasies. So bear with me and maybe I can write the darkness out. Or who knows, maybe Prince Charming will chop down the forest of thorns around my castle and restore my faith in the long lost art of romance…..
I’ll keep you posted
Love Lexie xx